it's in the title after all.
I have been studying Middle Eastern dance for the past 8 years.
During that time, the only constant in my life was dance.
I ate, slept, read, dreamed, everything was dance.
And the costumes.
Since M passed, I haven't been able to dance.
M was a huge part of this vocation. He went with me to gigs, was my bodyguard, my cheerleader, my all.
As he was my all in everything.
I'm told I need to get back to dancing, but how, when it hurts so much that something that we loved so much is lost to him?